Grocery Store Nightmares

He's leaving.  Hubby was presented, 2 days ago, with the opportunity to go to training that will further his career and open up many, many more bases that we could be stationed at.  Of course, he called me to ask what I thought as soon as he got the news before he said yes and committed to it.  How could I say no?  It is a great opportunity and I know he really wants to do it. 

But here is the catch: he leaves in a week.  A week!  And he will be gone for 4 months!  I am not prepared for this.  You see, with 4 children ages 4 and under I NEVER take them all anywhere by myself.  I am afraid we may all starve over the next 4 months because I cannot even entertain the idea of taking everyone grocery shopping.

Can you picture it:  Trinity in the wrap trying to fondle every item I pick up or get close enough to look at and fussing and pulling my hair when told "No" she may not touch, Taylor using his super stretchy octopus arms to get at things that I am sure I moved the cart far enough away from so that he couldn't reach, and then Brewer and Brayah on either side of the cart screaming at each other for "looking" at the other and both informing me (at seperate times, of course) that they really have to potty now and no they can't hold it. If that doesn't sound like a waking nightmare I don't know what does.

So, yes, I am excited about the opportunities this will bring for Hubby and the changes it may bring to our family. But I am also a little scared because, although I complain sometimes (c'mon girls, we all do occasionally), I really do depend on Hubby in so many ways.  He keeps me sane.  Who knows in what kind of mental state I'll be when he returns (not to mention our nutritional state).